'You would know
wounds of all forms by their first names'
your end note is amazing, too.
'so that all words dream
equally when they sleep'
that's pretty f*****g amazing actually, I think you're aiming at the same target as Shakespeare's Hamlet, 'the rest is silence'. Almost makes writing itself redundant. I don't want to kidnap all of your meaning to my own selfish experiences, but I just love it. Its the long-lost edge of the world, I love it.
I love your writing. Each one of your poems I read seems to drop little secrets about your tender, devoted heart. I read and reread them, gathering morsels and tucking them safely away to give even more meaning to the next poem. Here, again, you have shared so much of you.
"You know no-one and no-one comes.
You put two and two together." is haunting and unique phrasing (as usual with you)
This speaks to me of things you have seen, people and lives torn in ways that leave a hollow place, perhaps never to be filled. Sometimes, as your last lines seem to say to me, there are no words.
'You would know
wounds of all forms by their first names'
your end note is amazing, too.
'so that all words dream
equally when they sleep'
that's pretty f*****g amazing actually, I think you're aiming at the same target as Shakespeare's Hamlet, 'the rest is silence'. Almost makes writing itself redundant. I don't want to kidnap all of your meaning to my own selfish experiences, but I just love it. Its the long-lost edge of the world, I love it.
I've read this over about six times but it still seems addressed specifically to some one who has been closing themselves off to ? life is not the word I am looking for, but something tells me you already know, so I will just say...wow...amazing insight.